我多么羡慕那个小姑娘。她晃晃悠悠着小脑袋,不专心地听摇着蒲扇的奶奶讲那悠远的岁月。她知道,后院那棵巨大的仙人掌是妈妈嫁来时植下的,当时巴掌大,如今一到夏天就是满树的灿烂的黄花。她听着,河里那条布满青苔的石板桥是爷爷组织人一起布下的。岁月悠悠,粗糙的石板桥被踩踏得光滑,又因现在无人经过而布上层层青苔。她扑闪着眼睛,黑白分明的眸子里充盈着澄澈的安宁。那个小姑娘,她漫不经 How envious I am that little girl She swayed her head, not listening attentively to the granny’s grandmother talking about the distant years. She knew that the huge cactus in the backyard was planted by her mother when she was married. She listened, the mossy stone bridge in the river was laid out by the grandpa’s organizers. Long years, the rough stone bridge was trampled smooth, and because no one is now passing the layers of moss. She flashed her eyes, black and white eye filled with clear peace. That little girl, she can not go through